Lin Feng's skills were naturally no match for Zhang Yuxi's. After just a few hands, he had lost over two thousand yuan. In the end, even after factoring in Zhang Yuxi's winnings, they had only netted a little over three thousand.
The alcohol on the table was mostly gone, and the plates of peanuts and sunflower seeds were nearly empty.
Wang Lu had originally intended to take a taxi home by herself. But since she was pregnant, it wasn't safe for her to travel alone. She decided to make do on the sofa for a while, planning to go home with Lin Jiajun later. Just a moment ago, she had woken up from a short nap.
"What time is it?" she asked.
Lin Jiajun wanted to keep playing and wasn't keen on taking his wife home. A spark of inspiration hit him, and he whipped out his phone to call Lin Daan.
"Hello? Dad, are you guys done over there?"
"You are? Great. Could you swing by and pick up Wang Lu on your way back? We want to play a bit longer."
